The last days of the holiday.

Fleur arrives at Diagon Alley.

She was about to work at the British Wizarding Bank, a graduate of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and N. E. W. With excellent grades in the T exam, it is not difficult to get this job.

Where to live, of course, it's a leaky cauldron bar.

There is now a rumor circulating among the Muggle girls in the Leaky Cauldron that the seventh floor is the harem of the petty boss, as Harry has only allowed beautiful witches to live in.

It was even rumored that the seventh layer had the evil magic of Harry, and every girl who stepped into it would fall under a spell and fall hopelessly in love with Harry.

"I'm not a British wizard after all, and if I want to keep the British wizarding community for a long time, especially if I want to enter the wizarding bank under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, the procedures are very troublesome, and the International Magical Cooperation Department of the French Ministry of Magic and the International Magical Cooperation Department of the British Ministry of Magic have been connected for a long time before allowing a group of wizards to enter each other's countries. Fleur said.

Harry didn't know what the Ministry of Magic's Magical Cooperation Division was for, and listening to Fleur's meaning, it seemed to have the role of a Muggle immigration office to handle visas.

A little girl suddenly popped up behind Fleur, with blue eyes, long waterfall-like silver hair, a slight smile revealing sweet dimples and a mouthful of neat white teeth.

It's a small hibiscus.

"As soon as Gabrielle heard that she was going to see you, she had to come with her. Fleur said helplessly.

Fleur's blue eyes glittered with silver and looked at Harry shyly and complicatedly.

Merlin, what did my mother think that she would marry this three-year-old?

Gabrielle ran to Harry's side and grabbed Harry's arm with a look of joy on her face.

Fleur pretended to be sad and said, "Gabrielle, are you going to abandon your sister so soon?"

Gabrielle stuck out her tongue and said, "That's right. ”

Harry couldn't help but rub Gabrielle's silver hair, which was just up to his waist.

Who can refuse the attribute of silver hair?

"Let's go up there first, or Diagon Alley will be congested. Harry said.

The bloodline of Fleur and Gabrielle's body has attracted a large number of wizards around them to fall into dementia and look at them stupidly.

Large and small suitcases, containing the things that Fleur will need.

Fleur looked at the row of doors on this floor and smiled, "Where am I going to live?"

A door opened, and three beautiful maidens appeared.

Hermione lifted a piece of luggage and glared at Harry angrily, who looked away in disgust.

Zhang Qiu smiled and said to Furong, "Furong, live next door to us." ”

"At night, you have to be careful and close the door tightly, or you don't know what demons will break into. Hermione said.

"Oooh. Fleur nodded.

She always had an indescribable sense of embarrassment in the face of Hermione and Zhang Qiu. During the last semester, she visited Harry's Cottage frequently. In the subtleties of life, she could feel the strong affection between Harry and them, which gave her the feeling of forcibly inserting into their lives.

Fleur looked at Astoria, very keen, she noticed that Astoria, a simple little girl, seemed to have changed a little.

She looked at Harry again and thought, "It can't be what I thought it would be, no.

Despite thinking so, she couldn't help but pull her lovely sister Gabrielle to her side.

If Harry does everything to Astoria, then her sister is really in danger.

Fleur's actions couldn't hide from Harry, and Harry was speechless.

Noticing that Harry's gaze shifted to Gabrielle's body, Fleur said in a warning tone, "Harry, Gabrielle has only passed her tenth birthday, and she is still a year away from going to school, so you must not beat Gabrielle's idea." ”

Harry said angrily, "How could I have been mistaken for something like this by you!

Astoria grinned and said, "Are you talking about the very comfortable thing my brother did to me, at least until Gabrielle is an adult?" ”

Harry looked up at the ceiling in the hallway, the pattern was beautiful.

......

This year, Hogwarts wrote very late.

Generally, half a month to a month before the start of school, students will receive a letter from the owl.

Harry unwrapped the envelope he had just removed from the owl's leg.

There were three pieces of parchment in the letter.

One is to announce the start date of September 1 as usual, and the other is a new book for the fifth grade.

With only two new books, one for Miranda Gessack in Standard Spells, Level 5 and Wilbert Slinka for Living and Using Dark Arts, it seems that Snape is ready to lead his students down the path of learning Dark Arts this semester.

"Huh?"

Something hard rolled out of the envelope, a red and gold badge in the shape of a Gryffindor lion.

This is exactly the prefect badge.

From Year 5 onwards, Hogwarts selects prefects from among the students to better manage the school.

It's an honor because only the best students in each class are selected.

The last piece of parchment was a letter written by Minerva about his election as a prefect, as well as the various tasks and rights that the prefect had on a daily basis.

"Harry, I'm a prefect. The door slammed open, and Hermione rushed in and shouted excitedly, her face flushed and her Gryffindor prefect badge in her hand.

"Guess who's better than you. Harry laughed.

"But I'm going to give it back to someone else while there's still time. Harry held up the parchment letter and badge in his hand.

"You...... Why?" Hermione didn't expect Harry to say.

Harry seemed a little distressed: "If it was Dumbledore, he would definitely understand my thoughts and wouldn't think I wanted the prefect status...... But for sure, he was bent on making me Minister of Magic, and maybe he would be happy to let me stay in the prefect position first. But Professor McGonagall must have treated me like a child and stuffed me with a small toy......"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Then you can return mine by the way, and remember to say sorry to Professor McGonagall." ”

"But don't I think you're happy?"

"Of course, I'm definitely happy because of its symbolic meaning, not because I care about the prefect's rights. Hermione said.

"If it was when I was in my first and second years, when I was still a stranger to prefects, I would have loved to be a prefect and experience the status of a subordinate, but now, after four years at Hogwarts, I am familiar with what prefects do, so I don't care much if I am a prefect or not. Hermione said.

"It's a good idea to have a first- or second-year student as a prefect. ”

......

Hogwarts, Gryffindor's Office.

Professor McGonagall put on her glasses and continued to look at the parchment: "Professor Sprout, well, I hope that by November, the school will purchase forty lamoura plants, which will be the graduation project for this year's seventh graders. ”

She picked up another letter: "Professor Sinista, it's time to update the teaching equipment for the astronomy class, the newly launched Comet 1995 astronomical telescope, which can see farther and clearer, and also has a photo function, thirty of them, oh, and the price ...... is very intimate."

"Do these professors run banks when they are in school? Professor McGonagall shook her head.

She didn't have to worry about these things before she became a principal.

Putting the Astronomy Professor's request next to the pending papers, he picked up the next one: "Hagrid's? His Hunting Grounds......"

"Smack. There was a crisp thud.

There was an extra figure in the office.

"Headmaster McGonagall. ”

"Oh, Merlin!" Harry appeared out of nowhere, visibly startling Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and she took a few deep breaths before she froze.

"Headmaster, Hermione and I don't think it's suitable for the position of prefect, you can find someone else. Harry was embarrassed.

"Okay, got it, let's go. Professor McGonagall said.

Harry wondered Professor McGonagall's attitude, but didn't say anything.

He placed two badges on his desk.

Professor McGonagall thought to herself: if it was exactly what Albus said, Harry would definitely refuse.

Professor McGonagall took the badge and frowned in thought, "Who else can be the prefect?" boy...... Neville Longbottom seems good, girl, who is it?"

Harry, who was before closing the door, heard Neville's name, and his heart moved, and something suddenly came to mind.

......

Note: The previous chapter was sealed, Harry and Astoria.